Enough?

Am I not enough? Is my body not enough anymore? Do I not make you smile and laugh enough? Do I not make you want to start a life together? Am I not enough for you to want to be there for me? Am I not enough for you... Do I not make you happy? Am I not good enough? Do you not like looking at me? Am I not enough to talk to? Is my company not enough for you? Am I too much of a problem? Do I not send you cute messages enough? Am I not listening to you enough? Do I upset you too much? Do you want me anymore? Do you regret me? Am I the reason you question us? The reason you find yourself wishing you'd taken a chance with that other girl, wondering where you'd be now if you'd have left me the first time? Am I not enough?

The never knowing

I don't know. Its hard to sit here...to know yet to say nothing. It sits just on the tongue... To speak now? Or to just stay silent...

A little of something not finished

There is somebody that I love, somebody that my heart sings for, but it's a tragic story rarely told, his eyes are a grey blue, looking close you can see he's torn, his smile is slight but bright when he wants it to be, he calls to me occasionally, when he's curious, I'm something dark, his dark queen he calls me. When we are together the world moves slow and fast all at the same time. We dig deep into each others minds. We talk of tragedy and all thinks meant, yet not to be. When we dance its intoxicating, you can't get enough, sometimes it's all I think of, sometimes it's all I dream of. I feel so empty at times when I wake up without him, why isn't he there? Why aren't we together? Questions, so many questions.... So few answers.